“””the seven””” do not appear as a family, barely have any ties with each other, and do not seem as if they’d be very close for long after things died down and srry not srry but you can’t tell me otherwise
So, who broke it? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
Hazel:
I did, I broke it-
Percy:
No. No, you didn’t. Leo?
Leo:
Don’t look at me. Look at Frank.
Frank:
What? I didn’t break it.
Leo:
Hmm. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Frank:
Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken.
Leo:
Suspicious.
Frank:
No, it’s not!
Jason:
If it matters...probably not... Nico was the last one to use it.
Nico:
Liar! I don’t even drink that crap.
Jason:
Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Nico:
I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Jason!
Hazel:
Alright, let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Percy.
Percy:
No. Who broke it?
Piper:
Percy, Annbeth’s been awfully quiet...
Annabeth:
Really?!
Piper:
Yeah, really!
[Cut to Percy in the room, the rest of them fighting in the background]
Percy:
I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they'll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
“Gods cannot cross each other’s territories except by invitation. That is another ancient rule. Heroes, on the other hand, have certain privileges. They can go anywhere, challenge anyone, as long as they’re bold enough and strong enough to do it. No god can be held responsible for a hero’s actions. Why do you think the gods always operate through humans?”
